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Nascar Aloe

Put That On My Mother

 

Put That On My Mother

(album: BBY Suzuki - 2017)


Ayy, drinking all this aloe
Ayy, drinking all this aloe
Nascar
Ayy, drinking all this aloe
Nascar
Oh my God, I love Nascar!
Ayy, Nascar Aloe, A.K.A Bby Suzuki
Yeah, ooh, damn, damn
Woah, woah, woah, damn
I be like, I be like, ayy

She just turned 18, say she wanna face me
I be smoking toxic, you be smoking baby
Whipping in my techy, riding on Mercedes
Keep those windows tinted, I be looking shady
She be acting high school, I ain't with that kid shit
Yo female hit me up like Nascar getting kinky
Heard me on my SoundCloud, shawty is addicted
And she say she love me, baby I ain't winning

You can't rock with me, bitch I'm off that broccoli
Macaroni on my teeth, 'cause a youngin 'bout that cheese

Found my cabbage, fuck around with me, know I'm a savage
Homie foreign savvy, hooking me up with' a bad bitch
You is just a lame thing, your bitch is prolly catfish
Stay up in yo lane, you ain't with us living lavish
Ball like mix cocaine my fist
Yeah you know what I'm 'bout with it, all white wrist
You ain't got no clout, boy you trout like fish
And your girl came through with sound right quick
Bitch I'm balling like the thunder
I be making shit that make the youngin really blunder
I got hoes around me, call my phone, I need a plunger
If that girl wanna leave me, it's okay, I got another, ayy
And I put that on my mother
Worry 'bout my check, all you broke boys staying under
Better understand Nascar ain't no fucking lover
Fuck your bitch without the rubber
Really asking me to cover
Gold up on me look like butter
Baby came through, said she really wanna suck me
I had to beat the pussy up, it had to hit my dougie
Not an Indiana, but I'm balling up like 1, 3
Swear this my year, ain't nobody else above me
Bby Suzuki, she ride my Suzuki
Sucking me up while she off of the lucy
Tab on my tongue, make life feel like a movie
Fila on my feet, but I still ball like I'm 2, 3

You can't rock with me, bitch I'm off that broccoli
Macaroni on my teeth, 'cause a youngin 'bout that cheese
You can't rock with me, bitch I'm off that broccoli
Macaroni on my teeth, 'cause a youngin 'bout that cheese

done

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